Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.